They saw disability – I saw a soul that just needed to be loved

He was born into a world that didn’t want him. Thrown away alongside his siblings, hit by cars before he could even grow. While others didn’t survive, he somehow clung to life — battered, hurting, and alone.

To many, he was “damaged goods.” A burden. A mistake. Some told me I should adopt a healthy dog instead — one that would run, fetch, and require less care.

But I never saw anything wrong in him.

I saw a soul. A baby. A creature desperate to be touched, held, told that his life still mattered.

I spent countless hours tending to him. Cleaning wounds, feeding, cradling him through nights filled with pain. I watched him struggle to breathe, shake from seizures. And yet — every time he wagged that tiny tail, or tried to reach out and kiss my hand… my heart shattered all over again.

e didn’t become a “normal” dog. He never will. But he became my best decision.

He loves music. When soft tunes play, he wriggles closer to me, tail thumping. He can’t bark like others, but his eyes sparkle with expression. His ears drop when he’s sad, and his whole body lights up when I call his name.

We “talk” in our own language — through cuddles, little grunts, nose boops, shared silence. He knows I understand him. I know he trusts me.

I don’t need him to chase balls or go for long walks. I just need him to live, to breathe, to know that he’s cherished — fully, endlessly.

People say he’s “special needs.” I say he’s family.

❤️ You don’t need to be perfect to be loved.
💔 And sometimes, the most broken ones teach us the purest forms of love.